A modernization of hamlet that takes place in a bakery called “the danish king” and its kinda slapstick kinda not and hamlet is cleaning up the bakery, knocks a bag of flour, and the cloud of flour becomes his dads ghost and as their conversation ends he’s just looking at his reflection in the bakery window covered in flour and he wonders if he’s going mad
*sticks my hand in your nucleus and swirls your dna around*
I'm a prokaryote
using a fork and twirling it like spaghetti
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I'm not translating all of that
lass it's a genome
did you just
make a genome?
no joke in it
you just posted a genome sequence?
yeah, t-something bacteriophage if memory serves
why
"if memory serves"
Mutuals getting reblogged by staff members is terrifying
WE WHAT
welcome to the Reblogged By Staff Members club
can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying
reblog to let prev know you’re proud of them
what i want to say is that music is a thing of joy for most people. to love an artist or their work, to root for them, is mostly because the music makes us feel happy and supported and seen. sometimes it just makes passing the time easier. feeling saddened or hurt now is valid and real. a connection like this feels and is personal. you’re a human being with a heart. we all are. take care of yourself and look after yourself in any way you can. processing something like this can take minutes to hours to days. look after your heart and your well-being. take it slow if you need to. be gentle with yourself and be gentle to those you know, if they may need it too. let that gentleness and care echo.
March will be filled with joy.
March will be filled with love.
March will be filled with hope.
March will be filled with blessings.
March will be filled with kindness.
March will be filled with miracles.
March will be filled with new beginnings.
its unreal how all of my favorite characters have exactly the same traits and hobbies and diagnoses as me
oh, have you been tricked into loving yourself?
oh my fucking god is that what just happened
So as an Antarctic expert I need to add to this that we had not in fact been to Antarctica when it was named. The ancient Greeks decided that because there was an Arctic at the top of the world, with bears, there had to be an opposite at the other end, without bears. Which is kind of ridiculous except that the fuckers were dead on
abled people will act so shocked when you tell them “actually yes, it DOES hurt when you make jokes at my expense or make fun of my disability” like hon. did you think i was just gonna laugh along with you when you were making fun of my brain fog and inability to speak properly?
not to be rude but some of y'all need to look on the bright side sometimes. like, yeah sure the world is fucked and people suck and we all die whatever, sure, but like. go outside.
ok i phrased this poorly, hang on.
i'm not saying the cure for depression is touching grass. however, if you surround yourself with sad things and talk about how terrible life is and how much you're suffering and never take a breath and remember it's not all bad, you'll end up making yourself worse.
like, i've been diagnosed with clinical depression, and anxiety, and insomnia, and chronic pain, and a million other things that get in the way of me having a simple fucking good day, but you know what?
i watch videos that make me happy and wear pretty clothes and cut my hair in fun styles and do my makeup and drink strawberry tea and take two showers a day and i look on the bright side because goddamnit if god is trying to break me down, he'll have to try harder.
i see so many people talk about how sad they are, who make their depression their first priority, and i get it, i really do, but you know that is actively harming your mental state, right? please, just do something nice for yourself, think positively for one day. i promise things get better when you step back and breathe.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Hey. Hey you. Yes you, stranger on the internet.
You deserve good things. You deserve joy. And kindness. And contentment. You deserve a bowl of soup and a comfy chair and a fuzzy blanket.
It's okay to prioritize yourself.
You are enough.
tiktokers who say classic lit is bad because its not relatable 1. thats not the fucking point 2. you've clearly never read twelfth night as a trans bisexual
you've clearly never read Frankenstein as a student
If you're fucked up enough a lot of classic lit suddenly becomes uncomfortably relatable tbh.
Central/Eastern European mood is looking at a photo of a city street and thinking "am i looking at a place two streets away from where I live or am I looking at Pripyat, Chernobyl Exclusion Zone?"
turning off your computer by clicking the digital shut down button = softly kissing it goodnight
turning off your computer by holding down the physical power button = strangling her to death
madaraswittleslut
bitches be like "these are my comfort characters!" and it's a group of murderers
SOMEONE TAGGED THIS AS BTS????????????
Husband just told me he’s going to sit in the car because he’s about to yell at someone on the phone and doesn’t want me to be upset by his yelling and I can’t decide if this is a little sad or kinda hilarious.
Remember that post about how a lot of women are inherently terrified of men shouting, even when it’s not directed at them or with cruel intentions? Good men get that and will uhhhhh apparently sit in their car on a summer day because they just HAVE to roast someone but they also respect women’s feelings.
“Pardon me, madam. This gentleman must be put to rights immediately. I will take him out of doors for a thorough admonition so as not to upset your delicate constitution.”
